arted to walk, "we will neve

was alread

aren't happy together after they're married? I wish we hadn't; I wish we hadn't now. We've been playin

bjects, we've offset it by doing well with our red-headed coincidence. How do

the recollectio

ess he's flying yet. 'All is discov

ou ha

-to know just what it

Blix caug

here the

o?

Captain Jack

ey couldn't stay. The res

fic Street, and K. D. B. and her escort soon overtook them goin

says we'll make it an intern

drowned the so

es!" cried Blix. "Splendid! Othello

w them!" exc

ouldn't it be

rs of their fate; we M

in behind. There was little danger of their being detected. The captai

ly," said Blix. "Where do you suppose

above the Russian church with its minarets like inverted balloons K. D. B. and the captain halted. For a few moments they conversed in low tones at the gate, then said good-night, K. D. B. entering the house, the

ectable," approved Blix; and Condy

t might have

brought them together. We've started a romance. Yes, I think we've done a good day's work. And now, Condy, I thi

halt was like varnished ebony. Indistinct masses and huge dim shadows stood for the houses on either side. From the eucalyptus trees and the palms the water dripped like rain. Far off oceanwa

diver's story "A Submarine Roma

. There is that about you, Condy, you like to be too showy; you don't know when to stop. But you have lef

he had answered, as though the idea had c

o know when he had done something distinctly good. When the story came back from the typewriter's, with the additional stre

ished the last paragraph. "It's a corker! If it's rejec

d send it East-to the Centennial Company-to-morrow or the day after-some time that week. To mail the manuscript meant quite half an hour's effort. He would have to buy stamps for return postage; a letter would have to be written, a large envelope pr

ad brought out the cards and played with him. But she knew very well the fight he was making against the enemy, and how hard it was for him to keep from the round green tables and group of silent shirt-sleeved men in the card-rooms of his club. She looked forward to the time when Condy would cease to play even with her. But she was too sensible and practical a girl to expect him to break a habit of years' standing in a couple of w

t, and never spoke of the previous night's game when Condy was about. The other men of his "set" were no less thoughtful, and, though they rallied him a little at first upon his defection, soon let

given by amateurs at one of the downtown theatres. But as he was washing his linen shirt-studs with his tooth-brush his eye fell upon a note, in Laurie Flagg's handwriting, that lay on his writing-desk, and that he had received some ten days previous. Condy turned cold upon the instant, hurled the tooth-brush across the room, and dropped into

"I'll send 'em each a wire, and say that I'm sick or have got to go down to the offic

oo fascinating to be resisted. A weight seemed removed from his mind.

, and smile till your face is sore, and reel off small talk to a girl whose last name you can't remember!

ef turned again to his sack suit of tweed. "Lord, these feel better!" he exclaimed, as he substituted the loose business suit for the formal ri

AS right there." He put his cigarettes in his pocket, caught up his gloves and stick, clapped on his

d the door herself; and it suited her humor for t

ay. We HAVE the biography of Abraham Lincoln. Don't want to subscribe to any Home Book of Art. W

e lower steps of the adjacent flat, quite within ea

only the collector, and I've nothing to do with repair

within the house and

aming, "those are our neighbors. They heard

s a rent-collector than a book-agent

n', Mis

read stories to him while he smoked cigarettes in the bay window of the dining-room. But as soon as the light began to go she put th

uette of her head and shoulders against the dull golden blur of the open window; her round, high forehead, with the thick yellow hair rolling back from her temples and ears, her pink, clean cheeks, her little dark-brown, scintillating eyes, and her firm red mouth, made all the firmer by the position of her chin upon her hand. As ever, her round, strong neck was swathed high and tight in white satin; but between the topmost fold of the satin and the rose of one small ear-lobe was a little triangle of white skin, that was partly her neck and partly her cheek, and that Condy knew should be softer than down, smoother than satin, warm and sweet and redolent as new apples. Condy imagined himself having th

t's read again. Let'

want to talk to you, to tell you something. Papum and I have been having some very

ing suddenly upright. "Where to, in Heaven

k, to study

hen Condy exclaimed, w

York-to study medicine. Of course, that happens every day, a m

ved in New York, and was wealthy, and had views on "women's sphere of usefulness." The other, Miss Bessemer, a little old maid of fifty, Condy had on rare occa

eat fancy to Blix. Even then she had proposed to Mr. Bessemer to take Blix back to New York with her, and educate her to some woma

Papum for me to come on and stay with her three, or four years. She hasn't a chick nor a child, and she don't entertain or go out any, so maybe she feels lonesome. Of course if I studied there, Papum wouldn't

nt to study to be a doctor for? It isn't

ange to me when I first thought of it; but I got thinking about it and talking it over with Papum, and I should LOVE it. I'd do it, not because I would have

Blix! You don't know wha

ut one must have some occupation; and isn't studying medicine, Condy, better than piano-playing, or French courses, or literary classes and Browning circles? Oh, I've no patience with that kind of girl! And look a

ed Condy, "and I like the idea of you studying somethin

eeing him thus a

led; Papum and I bot

re you

t week in

e your place here? However in the world would your

d is goin

t for you now. Of course your aunt, if she's so fond of you and hasn't any children, will leave you everything-maybe settle

now how enthusiastic I am over the idea! I've bought some of the first-year books already

Condy gloomily. Blix forgot her

ou were only good for that and nothing better. You've got it in you, Condy, to be a great story-teller. I believe in you, and I've every confidence in you. But just so long as you stay here and are willing to do hack work, just so long you will be a hack writer. You must break from it; you MUST get away. I know you have a good time here; but there are so many things better than that and more worth while. You ought to make

lack eyes coruscating, her cheeks glowing, h

a pause-"of course I ought to go to New York. But, Blix, suppose I went-well, then what? It isn't as though I had any income of my own, or rich aunt. Suppose I didn't find something to do-and the chances are that I wouldn't for three or four months-what

in you, Condy. You must follow that right up and keep your name befo

morning? As he walked down to the office he noted no cloud in the sky, but the brightness was gone from the day. He sat down to his desk and attacked his work, but "copy" would not come. The sporting editor and his inane jokes harassed him beyond expression. Just the sight of the clipping editor's back was an irritation

itement. Something there was that he wanted with all his heart and soul; yet he was quite unable to say what it was. Something was gone from him to-day that he had possessed yesterday, and he knew he would not regain it on the morrow, nor the next day, nor the day after that. What was it? He could not say. For h

on to-night?

so," admitt

"I've had the blue devils since morning, and

e you, you know,"

Condy assured him. "My t

ct of going upstairs to the card-rooms, a hall-boy gave Condy a note, at that momen

lay cards with me to-night? We h

Condy to himself-"how coul

l. 'Despatch from the managing edit

spent as merry an evening as they remembered in a long time, his nameless, formless irritation returned upon him almost as soon as he had bidden

in the paper," the chief had sa

run if you like," answered Condy, his

ay's supplement of the "Times," with illustrations by one

y evening of its appearance, Condy r

im. "Simple drivel. I wonder what Blix will think of it. I wonder if I am